The Kitchen Inferno: Forbidden Flames

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Nich’e didn’t wait for Judah to say another word. She pulled his lips back to hers, her kiss demanding, desperate, laced with all the pent-up lust and curiosity that had been brewing for years. His hesitation melted away as he pressed her against the counter, his hands gripping her waist so tightly she was sure there’d be marks.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” Nich’e whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and defiance. She reached up, tangling her fingers in his hair, tugging just enough to elicit a low growl from deep in his chest.

Judah pulled back slightly, his dark eyes searching hers. “This is wrong,” he murmured, his breath hot against her cheek. But even as he said it, his hands were roaming her body, sliding under the oversized T-shirt she wore to trace the curve of her hips.

“Then stop,” she challenged, her voice soft but daring. She arched her body against his, feeling the hard length of him straining against his sweatpants. “But we both know you won’t.”

Judah let out a sharp exhale, and in the next moment, his hands were lifting her onto the counter. The cold granite against the back of her thighs made her gasp, but the sensation was quickly replaced by the heat of his mouth on her neck, trailing kisses and bites that left her trembling. Her legs parted instinctively, wrapping around his waist as he pressed himself between her thighs.

“Tell me to stop,” he growled against her skin, his voice low and thick with need. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

Nich’e tilted her head back, giving him better access as her hands slid under his shirt, tracing the hard muscles of his stomach. “I don’t want you to stop,” she said breathlessly. “I want you to show me what I heard the other night. I want to know if you’re really as good as you sounded.”

The fire in Judah’s eyes flared, and he claimed her mouth again, his kiss rough and hungry. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing the hem of her T-shirt higher until she was bare beneath him. He groaned as his fingers found her wet and ready, his touch sending sparks of pleasure racing through her body.

“Fuck, Nich’e,” he muttered, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re soaking for me.”

“All for you,” she replied, her voice a sultry whisper. “Now, are you gonna keep teasing, or are you gonna give me what I want?”

Judah didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed his sweatpants down just enough to free himself, his thick length springing free. Nich’e’s breath hitched as she looked down, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “Even better than I imagined,” she teased, reaching out to wrap her hand around him, stroking slowly.

He groaned, his hips bucking into her hand as his control slipped further. “Condom,” he managed, his voice tight with restraint.

Nich’e raised an eyebrow, surprised at his moment of restraint, but nodded. “There’s one in my bag,” she said, motioning to where her purse sat on the table.

Judah didn’t waste time. He grabbed the condom, ripping it open with his teeth before rolling it on in one fluid motion. The sight of him—his broad chest heaving, his cock straining against the thin latex—made Nich’e’s core clench in anticipation.

He stepped back between her thighs, lining himself up with her entrance. “Last chance to change your mind,” he said, though his voice was low and strained, his control hanging by a thread.

“Shut up and fuck me,” Nich’e replied, her legs tightening around him to pull him closer.

Judah thrust into her in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt. They both cried out, the intensity of the connection overwhelming. He paused for a moment, his forehead resting against hers as he let her adjust to the stretch.

“God, you’re tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled back before driving into her again, harder this time.

Nich’e moaned, her head falling back as he set a relentless rhythm. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the kitchen, wet and obscene and utterly intoxicating. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her legs wrapped tightly around him as she matched his movements, meeting every thrust with equal fervor.

“You feel so good,” she gasped, her voice breaking as he hit a spot deep inside her that made her see stars. “So fucking good.”

Judah’s grip tightened, his thrusts growing more erratic as his climax approached. “I’m close,” he muttered, his voice rough and desperate. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

Nich’e leaned back, her hands bracing against the counter as she watched him unravel. The sight of him—his jaw clenched, his muscles taut, his eyes dark with lust—pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm ripped through her, her cries echoing through the room as her body clenched around him.

“Come for me,” she urged, her voice shaky but commanding. “Fill that condom. I want to feel every bit of you.”

Judah let out a guttural moan as he thrust into her one final time, his hips jerking as he came. His groans filled the air, his body shuddering against hers as he spilled into the condom. For a moment, the only sound was their labored breathing, the weight of their actions settling between them.

But Nich’e wasn’t done.

As Judah pulled out, she slid off the counter, dropping to her knees in front of him. His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t protest as she carefully removed the condom, tossing it aside before taking him into her mouth.

“Jesus, Nich’e,” he groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as her tongue swirled around him. He was still sensitive, but the sensation of her warm mouth on him was too good to resist.

She sucked him slowly, her lips wrapping around him as her tongue licked up every last drop of his release. Her hands stroked his length, coaxing more from him as she looked up at him with a wicked glint in her eye.

When she finally pulled back, her lips swollen and glistening, she smirked up at him. “I think I see what my *** sees in you,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “But now I know for sure.”